grazing the corner of my mouth. “Seeing how I’ve blindfolded you in a sad excuse to spare you the sight of how I look right now.” My throat worked. Everyone’s watching us, Josie. I could indulge in that. We could. “And how is that?” “Like I want to throw you over my shoulder and run,” he said, voice low, just for me. He swiped at my bottom lip. “Like I want to drag my fiancée to that gazebo in the back and fuck the anxiety
Its always the golden retriever guys with glasses 😍😋
